[SHE]
The white bloom of the blackthorn, she,
The small sweet raspberry-blossom, she;
More fair the shy, rare glance of her eye,
Than the wealth of the world to me.
My heart's pulse, my secret, she,
The flower of the fragrant apple, she;
A summer glow o'er the winter's snow,
'Twixt Christmas and Easter, she.
[HOPELESS LOVE]
Ere we end
Ways we might together wend,
Ere the light from out mine eyes
dies:
Give some sign
One regretful thought is thine,
Lest I count my story told,
overbold.
For I hold,
Time may yet some joy unfold,
Joy such as the lifelong blind
find;